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Early October in this town can mean only one thing: Hull Fair. Yes it’s that time of year again when the air is filled with the distant rumble of machinery, extremely loud music and the faint aroma of burnt cow meat and onions wafts across from Walton Street. So here’s a small selection of shots from the other night. I seem to have left my colours at home so you’ll have to use your imagination…

The new trees and seats on Jameson Street have ground level lighting so you don’t bump into them in the dark… did you know that some trees at night let themselves droop by up to four inches? And furthermore there are people being paid a good salary to find out more about this valuable titbit of information.

The ever fascinating and never drooping Weekend in Black and White is here.

Actually these lights are being thrown out as part of the grand makeover. There was a small heap of them outside BHS. I hope they’re going to be sold on and recycled somewhere. Here’s one in better times.

So here’s some old flats on Porter Street all lit up as an arts project called “I Wish To Communicate With You” for some reason that escapes me. Puts me in mind of those coloured cellophane wrappers that came (probably still do for all I know) with Quality Street chocolates. Obviously it’s all to do with that damn culture thing. The pictures I’ve seen of it, including this one, really don’t do it any justice, it’s much more impressive in real life, though hardly a stunningly original piece.

I showed the pleasures of the far end of this delightful place a while back (OK five years ago, who’s counting?). It looked like this. I don’t think it’ll have changed much since then.

I suppose in the interests of fairness, filling in space and finding something to say when completely out of ideas that the building on the right is reckoned to be one of the most haunted buildings in Hull if not in the whole country. The local rag regularly runs pieces (here’s one) on alleged paranormal happenings, there is apparently an evil force lurking within. Even the police have been called out, I bet they loved that. I guess even Hull has its dull news days (no, no it does, rarely, I admit, but it can be dull in Hull) so these fantastical reports should come as no real surprise. If I was to tell you that you can pay to spend the night there and be scared out of your wits you might think some sort of scam was being played. I couldn’t possibly comment.

Thanks to the efforts of volunteers and sponsorship from local shops Cottingham puts on a decent display of seasonal lights considering it’s only a village (albeit the biggest in England). It almost rivals Blackpool … almost.